My Child’s Hand

 

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“Fear not for I have redeemed you, I have called you by my name, you are mine. When you pass through the waters I will be with you…”♥

I know you can relate. We all have had those unexpected pauses in life where time stands still and circumstances hit our minds like an unbearable weight.
A death, a loss, a health crisis, a financial strain – any of these and more – can make the boat of our lives feel like it is about to sink……and then, like a dense fog……

Fear sets in and it is even hard to pray.
We cower and become restless and yet, through all the confusion,

He calls.

“He knows our frame that we are but dust.”♥ He understands our weakness; and hence, our great

I AM,

reminds us that He is always with us IN our vessel IN our darkest moments.

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A heavy moment like this hit my life in what started out to be a normal summer morning in 2001. (That morning was actually the mere beginning of a long difficult road.)  I just had put my baby girl down for a nap and had started to read my morning e-mails, when I noticed that my left eye was feeling unusually heavy or “tired”.
The strange feeling only became more intense so I got up and looked in the mirror. I noticed my eye lid was barely closing when I blinked – and not only that, but the corner of my mouth was also starting to droop and not obey my commands.

Within a span of 30 minutes I had lost all the function on the left side of my face. A fear like nothing I had experienced before gripped my life. This fear was intense because I have always been a very design-oriented person. I am artistic and love to find beauty in things. Now, the balance of my own face was gone, my beauty felt like it was leaving me, and more deeply, who I actually was changed before my eyes.
My inner core was earth-shaken.
I called out to my husband who was just putting my toddler into his high chair for breakfast. Tearfully, I showed him my condition and we started to pray.
I was terrified.…

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We stood in front of my little boy in his high chair and bowed our heads; but my mind was too full,  I could not concentrate.
I closed my eyes anyway and to steady my body I rested my hand on the high chair. Almost immediately I felt a marked contrast to my razor-sharp thoughts: a very soft, soothing,  hand gently swept underneath mine.

My little blonde chubby boy was scooping up my hand.
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I will never forget that moment.
That tender sensation on my skin was just the opposite of the harshness that was racing in my head, and the contrast caused me to pause……….…

as though my rocking boat was instantly steadied, and Jesus was saying directly in my ear:

 

” Fear thou not for I AM with thee.”♥

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I often feel a lot like the disciples in the wave tossed boat when Jesus was WITH them in the vessel, asleep.♥ Can you relate? The water rises and the winds pick up and my gaze quickly becomes consumed in the details when really, only “one thing is needful”♥  – for me to repose beside Him……

at rest
because
HE is with me.

I am still learning this. I am learning that He is enough. I am learning that no circumstance frightens Him, and that He commands those winds and waves.

I am learning to be There more – tossed but at peace, captivated with Him.

I would love to hear how you are learning this too.

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“Your voice is powerful
And Your words are radiant bright
In Your breath and shadow
I will come close and abide
You whisper love and life divine
And Your fellowship is free
Draw us closer oh my Lord
Draw me closer Lord to Thee”
~ From the song “Captivate Us”

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♥References: Is. 43:1,2;  Psalm 103:14;  Is. 41:10;  Matt. 8:23-27; Luke 10: 40-42

It’s Sunny, Above the Clouds

I needed this today, so thought I should put it here in case someone else needs it too:

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I am the Lord, I do not change. ~ Malachi 3:6

“The authority of darkness is a very real thing to us. We have experiences, and if we were to capitulate to them, that would be the end of us. He tries to bring upon us that impingement of the authority of darkness, and if we surrender to it, capitulate to it, accept it, we are beaten. If we are the Lord’s, Christ is within, and Christ is supreme and we must go on even if we have no feeling, or if we have a very bad feeling; when it seems to be the last thing we ought to be saying, we say it because it is God’s fact, and when we begin to affirm God’s fact we win through.” TAS

He is “the same yesterday, and today, and for ever.”

Through Another’s Lens ~ Tullian Tchivdijian

hs-2006-01-q-webAs small humans, we find moments where we are standing on the edge of awe-inspiring vistas, seeing God in ways we hadn’t before. We grab the tools/scopes needed to help us get a larger view. At those times, we cannot help but wave our hands to whomever is near and implore them to look through the scope with us.
That is how I feel. I am sure others feel that way too.
Let’s look through another’s lens.

A Father’s Love ~ T. Tchividijian

When I was 16, my parents kicked me out of the house. They had tried everything. Nothing worked. And it got to the point where my lifestyle had become so disruptive to the rest of the household, that they were left with no choice but to painfully say, “We love you but you can’t continue to live this way and live under our roof.”

A couple years after they kicked me out I was living in an apartment with a couple friends and I called my dad (after losing yet another of my many dead-end jobs–I only called him when I needed something) and said, “Rent’s due and I don’t have any money.” My dad asked, “Well, what happened to your job?” I made up some lie about cutbacks or something. He said, “Meet me at Denny’s in an hour.” I said okay. After we sat down, he signed a blank check and handed it to me, and said, “Take whatever you need. This should hold you over until you can find another job.” He didn’t probe into why I lost my job, or yell at me for doing so. He didn’t give a limit (here’s a $1000).  And I absolutely took advantage! I not only remember taking that check and writing it out for much more than I needed, I remember sneaking into my mom and dad’s house on numerous occasions and stealing checks from out of his checkbook. I had mastered forging his signature. I went six months at one point without a job because I didn’t need one! Any time I needed money I would go steal another check and forge his signature –$500, $300, $700. I completely took advantage of his kindness—and he knew it!

Years later he told me that he saw all those checks being cashed, but he decided not to say anything about it at the time. It didn’t happen immediately (the fruits of grace are always in the future), but that demonstration of unconditional grace was the beginning of God doing a miraculous work in my heart and life. My dad’s literal “turning of the other cheek” gave me a picture of God’s unconditional love that I couldn’t shake.

My father died in 2010, twenty-one years after he sent his disrespectful, ungrateful son on his way. And it was his unconditional, reckless, one-way love for me at my most arrogant and worst that God used to eventually bring me back. Until the day he died, my father was my biggest cheerleader and my best friend. I miss him every day.

Steve Brown once said, “Children will run from law and they’ll run from grace. The ones who run from law rarely come back. But the ones who run from grace always come back. Grace draws its own back home.” I ran from grace. It drew me home.

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Abba, Father

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I am sure many of you have a similar desire as mine: a desire to be close to Him, to know Him well, to know Him intensely and deeply. I would like to know and be as comfortable with Him as a young child is with her parents – as comfortable as if He were physically here. I want the entire weight of His immense character to move my life and actions at His will.
This yearning of our hearts is reverberated over and over in Scripture on a cord struck first from the heart of God.
Christ expressed, “And this is eternal life, that they know you the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom you have sent.”
And the Holy Spirit via Paul:  “that I may apprehend that for which also I am apprehended of Christ Jesus”

Christ has fully apprehended His own.
He captivates and binds us to Himself,
…..yet this makes us utterly free.
He woos us to Himself,
unshackling us from the chains of the spirit of man……
then He seals us with His own Spirit to make us one with Him.
Blessed freedom!

“For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear,
but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry,
‘Abba! Father!’“

Do we understand the intimacy of those words? I can only begin to understand them as I think of the relationship between Christ, the Father, and the Spirit while He walked this earth……and even more so, long before, in eternity past. His connection to His Father via the Spirit was constant and created  perfect union of thought and action. Now, through Him, we have entered into that same relationship:

“I [Christ] in them and you [Father] in me, that they may become perfectly one, so that the world may know that you sent me and loved them even as you loved me.” No wonder He desires us to abide steadily and deeply in Him.

Several years ago in my quest to allow my heavenly Father into every corner of my life I wondered…..could the fact that I come from a broken home skew my ability to see Him rightly as my Abba?
I knew my concept was distorted.

So I made a list. As I made it, it was as though I were letting my heart cry out for something I never had. My pen moved……

I would love a father, my father:
1. To see me as beautiful…..always….because He sees what others, and even myself, cannot see.
2. To take interest in the little things I do (patience) and to find joy in those things, as much as the big things.
3.To always be there – to never leave me. 
4. To tell me gently with love when I am going down a dangerous path. That he would be firm, but not harsh. 
5. To keep his promises, to want to be near, to want to listen, to help me actually do what is important in life.

I paused for a while after writing down these things……..and could not help but well up inside (and out) with thankfulness no words could express. I believe it is times like these where, “the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.”
Funny, I already knew that He was that perfect father, but somehow, writing the list, thinking on Him, and praying within the process, brought Him more fully IN to that hidden area of my heart.
His “perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.”

He will never fail us – no matter what is going on in our minds or actions – He is constantly loving us with the protection and tenderness of our Abba.

I think what struck me then, as it does still, was that my Father in heaven was not only all those things, but that He was far more than all those things. Inconceivably more. As a writer I have appreciated put it,

“If we take all the goodness, wisdom, and compassion of all the best mothers and fathers who have ever lived, they would only be a faint shadow of the love and mercy in the heart of our redeeming God.”

Those are the words are Brennan Manning’s.

(About a week ago, he passed from the murky vision of faith unto that glorious reality of “face to face”. Wow. What he must be seeing now! He was a man of many struggles, yet, he was beautifully transparent with those things. Transparent to people, transparent with His Father.)
Here as an excerpt I love from his book, “The Furious Longing of God”:

“Abba means in literal English: daddy, papa, my own dear father.

“American child psychologists tell us that children learn to speak between the ages of 14 and 18 months. Regardless of the sex of the child, the first word normally spoken at that age level is “Da Da Daddy.” A little Jewish child, speaking Aramaic in first century Palestine at the time of the historic Jesus, at the same age would say “Ab Ab Abba.” I really think we caught the revolutionary revelation of Jesus’ teaching on God the Father because He’s daring us to address the infinite, transcendent, almighty God in the same colloquial form of address our own children used that morning, which is Abba, literally meaning “Daddy.”

“Jesus is saying that we may address the infinite, transcendent, almighty God with the intimacy, familiarity, and unshaken trust that a sixteen-month-old baby has sitting on his father’s lap – da,da,daddy.

“Is your own personal prayer life characterized by the simplicity, childlike candour, boundless trust, and easy familiarity of a little one crawling up in Daddy’s lap?  An assured knowing that the daddy doesn’t care if the child falls asleep, starts playing with toys, or even starts chatting with little friends, because the daddy knows the child has essentially chosen to be with him for that moment?  Is that the spirit of your interior prayer life?”

I hope and pray that our interior life will be increasingly decorated with such freedom, joy, and life. For when the Son sets us free, when He flings the prison doors open, when He bids us to enter into His rest, we cannot help but sing! “How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord of hosts! My soul longs, indeed it faints for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh sing for joy to the living God. Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God. Happy are those who live in your house, ever singing your praise. (Selah)”

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(John 17; Phil. 3:12; Mark 14:36; Romans 8:15; 8:26; John 17:22,23; 1 John 4:18; Galatians 4:4-7; John 8:36; Psalms 84)

More Like A Dance

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HERE I am.
Blog beginnings.

It has been a long journey here, but a wild and wonderful one…..full of runs on turning trails, walks on meandering paths, falls on unexpected objects, and quiet moments of jaw-dropping wonder.

I often could see in the distance this precipice on which I now stand, knowing I wanted to maybe be there (here) and maybe….take that leap. Several people told me of it: “You need to…”; “You should..”; “How about starting…”.

Starting. That IS often the hard part about things on this journey of life.

But, I was once told by a friend not to think of “starting” anything as if it were some big leap into an unknown abyss, but to think of each thing as a step in an unfolding path. So now I try to see each place of growth, each treasure I take in along the way, each person who joins me…..and sometimes leaves, as those very steps in an unfolding dance.

The dance is life.
My partner is the One Who has won and is winning my heart.

I am learning to let Him lead by resting, leaning on Whom I am learning Him to be – and that is my ALL.
My eyes are on gazing into His……..if I do not, I lose footing.
I will instruct you and teach you in the way that you should go. I will guide you with my eye” – He promises.

So here I stand with Him. “Starting” a space on the web, jumping off the edge of this precipice……a new dance.
I do not know how far below the “end” is.
Could I hit the bottom at 1 foot or thousands?
I do not know…..But I do know that
He is my wind, my feathers, my compass.
He is just leading me to move and tells me to spread my wings.

So here I go: toes on the edge, eyes waiting on Him, arms open wide, and…….
(Are you coming with me?)

Step. Dance……….
“They that wait upon the Lord…shall mount up with wings as eagles,
they shall run and not be weary,
they shall walk and not faint.”